章節 1117: Huo Ningxi, Are You Sick?

The girl narrowed her eyes. The setting sun shone on her little face, and the evening breeze blew her hair into a mess. Her body was coated with a layer of faint warm light, and the scene was so beautiful that it was unreal.

Song Yaoyao did not care that others were looking at her, but Huo Tian seemed to have been looking at her for a long time this time.

She turned her head lazily, carrying two mischievous little black cats in her arms. "What are you looking at?"

"Meow?"

"Meow..."

Dopey and Unhappy turned their heads at the sound of Song Yaoyao's voice and looked at Huo Tian.

Three pairs of black eyes stared at Huo Tian.

She instantly forgot what she wanted to say. She only thought, Song Yaoyao couldn't be some kind of demon, right? Why did she look exactly like the cat in her arms?

"Huo Tian."

"Huh? Wh-what..."

Huo Tian came back to her senses and stared blankly at Song Yaoyao.